Cosmic Paragon-Chapter 79: Enlightenment Can only Be Wished for But Never Forced

Chapter 79: Chapter 79: Enlightenment Can only Be Wished for But Never Forced

"You...."

"You, you... what? Let me tell you, just because your owner didn’t give you permission to eat, does not mean you can come barking at me. Now be a good dog and go sit in the corner." Drake waved dismissively shooing Edward away, but then he stopped as he finally felt something.

Drake noticed the odd looks every one of them had on their faces and asked, "Why are you guys all looking at me like that?"

Paul stuttered, "Boss you....."

Peter added like he was fidgeting for words, "That Slap....."

The Wolff Brothers all just nodded, they were unable to utter any words.

When Drake saw this, he finally thought about it and he shook lightly as he realized the source of that strange feeling.

Enlightenment!

Maybe it was because he had been very comfortable at that time, but he had had a moment of enlightenment at that time thanks to that. That was what made that reflex slap so perfect and natural,

’That slap was perfect! That perfect arc, the superb timing, the perfect landing. That was simply a divine move.’ Drake looked at his hands in elation wearing a shocked look. He thought. ’Is this the feeling of achieving the realm of being one with the slap, it’s simply mind blowing. This heaven defying move, I have to do it again!’

After that moment of enlightenment, Drake suddenly felt like slapping everyone at this gathering to comprehend the Divine slap thoroughly.

Drake turned back to Edward and activated the ’Eye of Order’ to take a closer look at him,

Name: Edward

Cultivation Level: 2 Star Mage

Battle Power: 14,500

Affinity: Darkness power

Drake was surprised, ’He has about the same Battle power with Carlos. Does that mean I can gain enlightenment against Carlos too?

"Hey you know what on second thought I changed my mind. You can say whatever you want. Just let me slap you again, I want to test something." Drake said. He would not be able to face Carlos like an enemy since he was on Sophia’s side so he had better make the best of this test specimen.

’This bastard.’

Edward was absolutely furious. His face contorted and he was about to lose it. He could still feel the after effect of that slap. He felt his vision blurring, his sense of pain suddenly magnified.

Yet even though he wanted to react, to lash out in some way or at least charge at Drake and fight it out with him. He for some reason couldn’t move. His nervous system was not coordinating very well anymore. Right now the only thing he could do was stand there and feel the burning pain coming from his cheek.

A few seconds passed and Drake saw that Edward was still not responding. He was just trembling there,

"Hey are you having a seizure or something?"

Drake called out a few more times, but it was useless. Drake thought. ’He still isn’t responding? Don’t tell me that slap had a soul impact effect that stunned him.’

’Damn, I definitely have to master this move!’

He felt his speculation was correct and was even more excited the more he thought about it. The audience watching also noticed that Edward was completely stunned and the sight shocked them.

It was only about thirty seconds after getting slapped that Edward recovered from the slap.

Edward felt shame wash over him. Never had he ever been so ashamed in all his life. He had been stunned by that slap, it was way too embarrassing.

"I’m going to fucking kill you."

Edward’s face reddened as he said through the gaps of his teeth. However, before he could do anything a voice stopped him in his tracks.

"Stop!"

Edward immediately came to an abrupt halt as he recognized the voice. He turned to it’s origin.

Drake was annoyed that someone had interrupted him just as he was about to start dishing out an all you can eat serving of face slaps.

The figure of a man appeared not too far away. He was a redhead with his hair neatly combed back and was dressed in a vintage brown suit.

"It’s Bridge." Sophia’s frown deepened when she saw the redhead man approaching.

Drake could feel the faint pressure coming off him. This was the second Vice leader of the Empyreans, Bridge Wesley. He was a 3 Star Mage.

There were three 2 Star Mages in the Empyreans, one was their Leader himself who was Richard Peterson and the other was this guy, Bridge Wesley. He and Edward could be considered Richards right and left hands respectively.

Bridge walked over with a cold scowl on his face. freewēbnoveℓ.com

"That’s enough all of you. What are you doing causing problems like a bunch of thugs at a time like this? Don’t you have any respect for our host?" Bridge scolded not giving Edward a chance to respond.

Edward shouted with indignation, "This bastard attacked me first." he was really unwilling to let this go after getting slapped in the face.

Bridge just shook his head, "If you lost then accept your loss and try to get stronger so you don’t lose face next time. Alright, come on all of you, we’re leaving. Stop behaving like ruffians with low up bringing."

Edward clenched his teeth and glared hatefully at Drake. He wanted nothing more than to chew his flesh, drink his blood and grind his bones into dust, or he would never be rid of the rage burning in his heart.

However, as much as Edward wanted to, he couldn’t do that right now. Especially since Bridge was here. He and Bridge might be a part of the same team, but they were also competitors. Right now if he dared to continue pursuing this matter, Bridge would definitely take this chance to suppress him.

He couldn’t give him that chance. But if he just quietly walked away from this after getting slapped in the face, he would be completely humiliated, but he had no choice but to bear with it for now.

Bridge watched as Edward and the other members of the Empyreans retreated and nodded, but there was a look of schadenfreude directed at Edward in his eyes which he quickly hid. However, Edward had caught that look and it made him squeeze his fists. He felt humiliated and he directed his full fury at Drake, blaming it all on him.

Drake saw Edward glaring daggers and asked, "Does your face hurt?"

Edward suddenly felt his heart shake and he was about to charge Drake to duke it out with him, but one of his lackeys quickly pulled him aside before he could do any thing.

Drake thought it was a shame. He thought that last provocation would have done the trick of tipping Edward off to attack but it seemed it just wasn’t meant to be.

’Oh well all is well that ends well. Onto the next target I guess.’

Bridge turned his gaze towards Drake, and the condescension and scorn was plain in his demeanor as he said. "As for you, my teammate was a bit impulsive earlier, but that doesn’t give you the right to put your hands on the members of the Empyreans."

As he spoke he used his 3 Star mage cultivation to direct his suppression pressure on Drake.

Drake suddenly felt a not so stifling pressure fall on him. But he didn’t even bother with it. After facing the powerful pressure from Prince Kaizer, Decker and the Grade 3 Magic Beasts this pressure was just child’s play to him.

Even the twins could shake off this pressure no problem.

As for the provocation, Drake didn’t like it but he didn’t really care. He had long outgrown the age that he would get irritated by some kid with an overinflated ego. However, he was unhappy that Bridge had just taken his test specimen away.

"Put my hands on them? I don’t really want to touch them if I have a choice. But if a Dog barks at me I would rather put it down than talk sense with it or it would be me who has something wrong with me. And the last time I checked I’m perfectly sane. And put that excuse for suppressive aura away it’ll only make people laugh at you." Drake said in response.

If Bridge had spoken to him with some respect he wouldn’t have spoken like this. But since he was rude then Drake would respond in kind. This was Drake’s principle.

Bridge was startled that Drake actually dared to talk back at him. What was even more surprising was that his 3 Star mage aura had no effect on a 2 Star mage.

"But he snorted, Even if a dog barks at you, you still have to check with it’s owner before you offend it."

Drake waved dismissively, "That’s your problem. And stop looking at me like that or be careful so I don’t slap you in the face."

"Humph, how uncultured. I’m utterly disappointed. The first thing you think of is aggression like a brute. I don’t blame you though." Bridge shook his head and sighed. "It’s probably the fault of your parents that you are so uncivilized, they probably didn’t teach you enough."

Drake’s eyes instantly sharpened and his uninterested dismissive demeanor was immediately gone. His eyes locked on to Bridge.

"Careful kid, I’ll advise you to best measure your words very carefully when you talk about my parents or the next words you say may just be your last." Drake said seriously.

Everyone at the table instantly felt the change in Drake.

It was like the eyes of a wild beast that had been asleep had opened and locked on to a target, they felt like Drake had suddenly turned into a sharp sword pointed to kill, if anyone dared to provoke Drake right now that sword would descend and blood would flow.

Even Sylvia and the twins who had known Drake the longest had never seen Drake like this before. As far as they could remember, nothing had ever fazed Drake in all the time they had known him.

Even when he had been up against the Grade 3 Magic Beasts he had not been this serious. At that time he had been cautious, but right now the Drake they were seeing was angry.

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